Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
The Happenings,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.